Page 30 of Hated By the Boss

Even with pain chipping away at my heart, I just couldn't make myself...

Oh God, why?

Why couldn't I make myself hate him?

Why?

My throat tightened, and I automatically curled myself into a ball.

No!

I glared at the blackness behind my eyelids.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

I had already counted to a full minute, but the urge to cry was still there, and I still couldn't make myself hate him.

Sixty-one. Sixty-two. Sixty—-

And then I heard it, the door swinging open—-

I shot up, and past the unshed tears that blurred my gaze, I saw the billionaire striding in, shirtless, barefoot, and too dangerously beautiful for any girl to fall for.

Oh God.

My lips started to tremble, and Dmitry, seeing this, seemed to turn ashen.

"I thought you l-left." My voice wobbled shamefully in the end—-

Oh no.

I wrenched my gaze away from him.

Don't cry, T.G. You'll go back to being weak if you cry. So don't—-

I felt the bed dip, and then he was there, Dmitry hauling me into his lap, and I didn't even think. I struck his chest with a balled-up fist. "Damn you." He didn't retaliate, and I struck his chest again. "I thought you left." I knew I was being unfair, but I had no choice. I had to be angry. I needed to be angry. Because right now, it was rage alone holding the tears back—-

"Damn you—-"

I tried hitting him again, but this time he caught both of my wrists and pinned them behind my back.

"I'm never going anywhere again," Dmitry growled.

"Liar—-"

He cut my words off with a savage kiss, and my rage grew.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

This was exactly what I need, and I viciously sank my teeth into his lip, hard enough to make it bleed, and the billionaire yanked away with a curse. "You little bitch—-"

"You deserve it," I spat. "Now let me—-" I ended up screaming as he flipped me on my stomach. Oh God. I heard him wrestling with his zipper, and my heart raced even as my rage grew out of control. "Damn you, no—-" But this time, I ended up moaning, with Dmitry already thrusting hard inside of me.

Aaaaaah.

He pounded into me relentlessly, not speaking a single word, just gripping my hair to yank my head back as he fucked me like a dog.

And God, oh God...

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